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It's on fire. Get out of here!

All units, all units.

A 211 armored car
at Blakely and Howard.

Suspects last seen
heading north on Blakely.

Repeat, north on Blakely,

riding motorcycles... One
orange and one yellow.

All units respond.

Hit it!

Repeat, north on Blakely,

riding motorcycles...
One orange, one yellow.

All units respond.

Four-boy, one, one, one, in
pursuit of two motorcycles,

believed suspects in 211.

Four-boy, one, one, one.

Suspects west on Stram.

All units converge,
Stram and Starr.

Stram and Starr.

Now heading
southwest on Lambeau.

All units respond.

There he is.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I had that guy, you know that?

I had him cold.

We didn't have
a bad shot either,

until you bashed into us.

Me, into you?

Well, we weren't moving.

He turned left going
southeast on Brodie.

No, there's no chance.

That's it. 10-4.

Yeah, but you were
blocking the whole street.

Sure, trying to get the suspect.

Did anyone ever tell you that
the man in pursuit has priority?

We didn't see you.

Well, all you had to
do is look, Inspector.

Lieutenant.

Well, anyway, you
made me lose him.

Why don't you drop it?

You knew other cars
would be involved.

They give you a radio.
Why don't you use it?

At 90 miles an hour?

Look at this.

So, huh?

I'm looking.

How much you think
it's gonna cost to fix that?

Brand new, we just
picked it up this morning.

You can't put a price tag on
law enforcement, Lieutenant.

Don't forget to file a report!

Hot dog.

You can spot them a mile away.

It was just an accident, Mike.

What are you so upset about?

Attitude, Dan, his attitude.

He thinks he's going to
solve this case all by himself.

The rest of us are
going to get in his way.

He's a real hot dog.

Are you sure it's not because
he put a dent in our new car?

Yeah, that too.

Did I do something
wrong, Officer?

Yes, ma'am.

What did I do?

Could I see your driver's
license, please, ma'am?

Take it out, please?

You still haven't
told me what I did.

You made an
illegal U-turn, ma'am.

I did?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, it's okay
where I come from.

Where's that, ma'am?

Arizona; I'm going back

to school there in a few days.

You have a California
driver's license.

I got it before I
went to Arizona.

Yes, ma'am.

But you understand and agree

to abide by the laws
of the state of California.

You're not going to give
me a break, are you?

No, ma'am.

Even if I cried real tears

and promised
never to do it again?

No, ma'am.

Be careful.

You almost smiled.

Let me give you some advice.

Don't pay the ticket.

Go to court and contest it.

You think I can beat it?

No.

But it'll give me a
chance to see you again.

Would you object?

Well, I guess not.

What if I asked you to dinner?

Well, I don't know
anything about you.

Well, I don't know
anything about you, either.

That's why I asked you out.

Okay?

Okay.

Good.

6:00 tonight?

- Dinner.
- Tonight?

This where you live?

- Well, yes, but...
- Good.

See you at 6:00.

Oh, by the way, I
don't have a car.

Just a bike, so skirts are out.

Good afternoon.

All the vehicles
were reported stolen.

That probably goes
for the bikes, too.

So, the armored car
was cased to the nail.

They picked this street
and sandwiched it.

The fire scare opened the back,

and they escaped by motorcycles.

Say, remind me
to ask that hot dog

if those bikes had any
special racks on the back.

Lieutenant?

This lady, lives over there.

During the commotion,
in the smoke,

she saw a couple of
bags go over the fence.

A man jumped over, put
them in a blue van and took off.

Did you get a good
look at the man?

No. He had a helmet on
and some kind of a mask.

He wasn't very big,

but I did get part of
his license number.

847... I didn't get the letters.

Comb the area and see if
anyone else saw the van.

Thank you very much.

Come on, let's put out an APB.

We'll punch the central
computer when we get back.

If there's one common
denominator among criminals,

they never change
a winning game.

Now what sticks
out here is fire.

They used it to
make that heist work.

My guess is, that if they've
used fire once before

and were successful,
they'll try it again.

The computer will tell us...

say, what about that
armored car driver?

Skull fracture,
but he'll make it.

The guard was DOA.

For so little.

Kill a man, just so he
couldn't close the door.

Jeannie?

Hi, Dad.

Oh, I can't kiss you, and
your dinner's on the stove.

I'm going out.

To the opera or to a ballgame?

I've got a date.

Oh, you've got a date.

Okay.

I called you at the
office, but you weren't in.

No.

- Tough day, huh?
- Tough enough.

What time's your date?

6:00.

Anybody I know?

A guy.

What's his name?

Just somebody I met.

When?

This afternoon.

You met him this afternoon,
you got a date with him already?

Well, sure.

How did you meet him?

Well, we kind of
ran into each other.

Oh, would you get that?

I'll be out in a second.

Well, hi there, Lieutenant.

What're you doing here?

I live here.

Well, how about that?

Mike Stone and Jean Stone.

That's quite a coincidence.

- She ready?
- Hi there.

Come on in.

Hi.

Dad, um, I'd like
you to meet... Larry.

Larry Wilson.

We've already met.

Yeah, we sort of
ran into each other.

Oh.

Sorry I didn't have
time to change.

With all those damage
reports I had to fill out,

I got behind.

But my apartment's
just on the way,

so I thought we'd
stop by and I'll...

Slip into something a
little more comfortable?

Exactly.

While Jean waits outside.

Outside?

Well, somebody's
got to watch the bike.

You ready?

Don't forget your dinner.

I won't.

It's on the stove.

Good night, Lieutenant.

What was that all about?

I dented his car today.

The new one?

Mm-hmm.

You sure know
how to win friends.

Tell me about it.

Funny.

What?

You. You're not what I expected.

And just what did you expect?

Something in the
way of a right wing,

ultra-conservative red
neck with Gestapo overtones.

It's the uniform.

Uh-huh. "Yes, ma'am.

"No, ma'am.

"You have agreed
to abide by the laws

of the State of
California, ma'am."

You reminded me
of a big, blue robot.

Then why did you go out with me?

Because you smiled.

Robots don't smile.

I'll have to remember that.

You mean you don't
do this all the time?

It goes like a well
oiled machine.

The smile, the date, the
little Italian restaurant.

Not true and you know it.

Besides, you're not the type

to go for an easy
smile and a cheap line.

Thank you, sir.

I'll tell you something else,
if you promise you won't tell.

It's against regulations
to ask a girl out

on a date while you're
giving her a ticket.

Then why did you?

Because you're
leaving in three days.

Unfortunately, I have
to get back to school.

What do you study?

The past.

- History?
- Archeology.

The science of moving dirt
around to find out something

about the people who moved
the dirt before we moved it.

Sounds fascinating.

What it comes down
to is digging a hole.

Then why do you want
to be an archeologist?

Why do you want to be a cop?

Because you never know when
you go to work in the morning

what your day is
going to be like,

what's waiting
for you out there,

what you're going to find.

That's why I want
to be an archeologist.

Do you ever get
used to these steps?

No, but we don't
get a lot of salesman,

so they're good for something.

Next time, I'll bring oxygen

and a bottle of brandy
for a little nightcap.

Oh.

If they'll be a next time?

Dad, really?

I... I thought I
heard something.

Yes, it was me gasping for air.

Thank you for a very
pleasant evening.

I like your hair that way.

Good night, Lieutenant.

Good night.

Good night.

I don't believe it.

I really don't believe it.

You're acting
just like a father.

I am a father.

All right, then a
nervous father.

Yes, I'll admit to that,

especially when I saw you climb

on the back end
of that motorcycle.

Motorcycles are perfectly safe.

I didn't say they aren't,

but I'm talking about the
hot dog that's driving it.

I'm familiar with his work.

You're just upset because
he dented your car.

No, I'm upset because
he didn't follow procedure,

because he didn't tell
anyone he was in hot pursuit,

and because he not
only endangered his life,

but could've endangered
somebody else's.

Someday that... Listen to me,

someday that hot dog

is going to fly
over the high side,

and he's gonna paint
himself on the pavement.

And when he does,

I don't want him to
take you along with him.

So, you just stay
off that motorcycle

and stay away from him.

This has nothing to do with you

or the police department
or procedures.

It's between me and him.

And don't forget to
turn off the porch light

before you go to bed.

A car wash on 16th.

You call in the print boys yet?

They're on their way.

What the...

Pull over.

You're right; it's him.

Hey, Lieutenant.

I knew it was you when I
saw the dent in the door.

Can't miss it, can you?

There was something I was
going to tell you last night,

but that porch light drove
it right out of my head.

Okay, let's get to the point.

On that armored car robbery,
what are you looking for?

We're working on
an M.O., fire, arson.

We think that operation
was so successful

that they've probably
did it before somewhere.

You're looking for a biker.

The fact that they all
left on motorcycles,

that's only part of the M.O.

No, it's more than that.

Those guys were good, pros.

The guy I was chasing
racked twice, laid it down once,

and never even came
close to losing it on a jump.

He was also wearing
a motocross boot.

A what?

It's a special biker's boot

with a steel toe.

He could really pivot on it.

He's either a dirt racer
or rides motocross.

That's what you're looking for.

Thank you.

Thank you, Officer
Wilson, for taking time off

from your job and
telling us all that.

That's okay, I'm
off duty anyway.

I was on my way back
to the station when I, uh...

Saw the dent.

He could be right.

We can't put out
an APB on a biker.

We don't have that many
policemen in San Francisco.

Well, come on.

Don't just sit there; let's go.

Yes, sir.

Some guy, I don't know.

He wore dark glasses and a hat.

He paid cash.

We don't look at the man.

We look at the truck.

See if there's any damage to it.

You know, look at the tires.

See if it'll fit
through the machine.

He said he'd be
back in half an hour.

That was yesterday.

Okay.

Yeah.

No prints.

It's clean, Mike, really clean.

We do a good job.

The people who work for
me are trained, you know.

Was the man wearing
overalls, the driver?

Maybe. Yeah, I think so.

They found a grease
smudge on the brake pedal.

They said the lab might be
able to give us an analysis.

Did the lab say how
long it would take?

No, but they knew you'd ask.

Come on.

See you.

♪♪

Air, air, I need air.

Oh, if Dad could only see you.

I'll stick around.

Amazing; everything fits.

Where did you get these?

Uh, out of my closet.

Things you collect without
ever really wanting to.

Oh, I see.

You know, this-this
is ridiculous.

Now listen, if you
can't be a serious biker,

just stay home.

Yes, sir.

That's better.

It's still a little early.

Do you mind stopping
by this place on the way?

No, not at all.

What can I do for you?

I'm looking for a guy.

Thought maybe you
might be able to help me.

What's his name?

I forgot.

Oh.

Oh, man, I was
loaded, and I just forgot.

It was down south in the
Channel Islands Moto-Cross.

I was down for that one.

Okay, you know the joint
on 101, just south of Big Sur,

coming back that Sunday night?

Don't remind me.

Right, well, a guy
there gave me 20 bucks,

and I want to pay it back,
but I don't have the name.

Tall dude.

I really can't tell you
what he looks like,

but I rode with him for a while
up the coast, till he lost me.

Could really lay it down.

Even rode street
with a steel toe.

That's Don; I'll bet on it.

Could be a million guys.

No, Don.

I forget his last name.

Hey, ask around.

You'll find him.

Hey, try Binkie's, okay?

Okay, thanks, I'll do that.

You going up to
Eugene for the scramble?

Hey, I wouldn't miss it.

See you there.

You're amazing.

I hoped you wouldn't find out.

Hey, Roger,

why don't you go sweep
out the office, all right?

I don't like you coming here.

Well, there's a guy
over at Mellow's,

and he's asking questions
about somebody with a hot shoe.

What did he look like?

Normal, had a girl with
him, but I think he's a cop.

Now, how they
gonna know anything?

- Where's Don?
- I don't know.

I went over to his
place; landlady said

he's been gone a couple of days.

All right, find him.

Tell him to crawl in
a hole and stay there

until we let him out.

Okay. Now, this guy,

you think he's gonna come
around here asking questions?

If he's making
the rounds, he is.

Why are you doing this?

Looking for this Don
character, I mean.

Is it your job?

Technically, no.

But what I do on my
own is my business.

Hang on.

What is it?

I think there's a robbery
going on in that liquor store.

Go to that phone booth
over there and call the police.

Tell them there's
a 211 in progress,

officer needs assistance;
can you do that?

Sure.

Yes. He's in there already,
and there's shooting!

I'm a police officer.

Put the gun on the counter
and your hands in the air.

Not me! Now, you
stay where you are,

and she doesn't get hurt.

All right, that's it!

I need a doctor.

I got to go down and file a
report because of the shooting.

Can you get home
all right by yourself?

Sure.

I'm sorry. There's
nothing I can do.

Jeannie?

Jeannie?

Are you all right?

Oh, sure, of
course. I'm all right.

But listen, they've
taken Larry downtown.

He is a jerk!

They ought to take him
all the way to Siberia.

I get a call on my radio.

"Hey, Mike, your daughter
is backing up Larry Wilson

in a shootout at
a liquor store."

All I did was make
one telephone call.

Sure, from a glass booth,
right in the line of fire.

211, my foot.

Did he tell you to say that?

Now, wait one minute.
He went in that store to...

Without a backup!

He did what he had to do.

Maybe!

Maybe, but...

but what he did
was very dangerous,

and he put you right
in the middle of it!

Now, look, I want you
to give me your word

that you will never
see him again.

Your word.

I want you to give me your word!

Hey, Mike, how did
the review board go?

Larry Wilson was
sent back to duty...

without a reprimand.

Thought it was
against regulations

to fire when someone's
got a hostage.

It was a judgment call.

I voted in his favor.

Went to a lot of trouble,
getting his records. How come?

The more you dislike a
person, the tougher it is to be fair.

What have you got there?

Computer readout.

That's not bad.

Three previous
fire-bomb robberies.

Bank in Seattle, armored
car in Los Angeles.

And a jewel heist right
here in San Francisco.

- But still no leads.
- You know if these jobs

are done by the same outfit...
And it's my guess they are...

Then we got pros, and
pros are ex-cons, and...

cons have records.

Say, let's talk to
the jewelry store guy.

- Maybe he can come up with something.
- Okay.

And what about the lab?

They got a make
on the grease yet?

Not yet. They say it's exotic.

They're working on it.

- Exotic?
- Yeah.

Grease is grease.

Help you?

Maybe. I'm looking for a guy.

His name is Don.

Wears a steel-capped boot.

I don't know any Don.

Sorry.

Uh, you can put a card on
the board in there if you want.

Lot of people look at it.

That's a good idea.

If I don't find
him, I'll do that.

Hello?

This is Marty. Where's Don?

Oh, beats me.

I looked everywhere for him.

I heard he was
down in Morro Bay.

That guy was here
asking questions.

If he ain't a cop,
he's sure close.

Look, go to Morro Bay.

Find Don before
somebody else does?

Yeah, okay.

Don't mess around, Buck.

I've been at this a long time.

There's heat out
there. I can feel it.

There were 17
just like this one.

Gone in less than 90 seconds.

Traumatic.

The jewel case was
handcuffed to my wrist.

You know, at first I thought,

"Oh, God, they're
going to cut off my arm."

But one of them had
cutters, severed the chain.

Only cut me right here, which
certainly was a consolation,

believe me. I still have dreams.

Then they ran across the street
and jumped on motorcycles?

Yes, and that was that.

I just sat on the curb and
waited until the ambulance came.

You said they wore
headgear and masks?

Correct.

I-I had no way of
identifying them.

What about clothes?

Sort of coveralls.
Nothing special.

Oh, uh, one of
them was very dirty.

Greasy.

Shoes? What about shoes?

I don't remember.

Sneakers? Moccasins? Boots?

Boots.

Yes. Funny.

I did see when...

When they were cutting
the chain, I looked down,

and there, beyond my
own arm, was one boot.

You know, at first I thought,

"Oh, the poor man
must be a cripple."

But he certainly ran well enough
when he crossed the street.

Yes.

Strange boots with...

steel cups over the toes.

The biker's boot.

Your hot dog put
his finger on it.

You're on time.

Well, don't look so surprised.

Thank you.

How come you didn't want me
to pick you up at your house?

Oh, it's chauvinistic.

A man having to pick up a woman

at her door is
an archaic ritual.

Like, 50 years ago, a woman
spending an evening alone

with a man in his apartment

would have been
considered a fallen woman.

Just goes to show you how little

things have changed
in the last 50 years.

You know what I think?

What?

I think it's because you
didn't want your father

to know that you
were going out with me.

Well, if you're going to
start reading my mind,

I better leave right now.

I'm burning the water.

Mm-hmm.

Larry, what's a hot dog?

A hot dog. That's something
you eat at a baseball game.

Isn't it?

In police terminology.

A hot dog is someone who
goes straight ahead full speed.

Doesn't look left,
doesn't look right,

doesn't look back.

He just goes.

What's wrong with that?

Well, you might
say that he doesn't...

doesn't always go by the book.

My dad doesn't want
me to see you anymore.

Why is that?

Because I'm a hot dog?

The classic father/daughter
confrontation.

He can see this
is the first time

I've ever been serious about...

So now you know why all
us Stones have such tiny feet.

So they can fit easily
into our mouths.

Cheers.

Do you go to law school?

Uh-huh.

Nights.

I'm halfway through.

Well, you didn't say anything.

When I pass the bar,
believe me, I'll tell the world.

Well, then what?
Private practice?

No. Uh... law
enforcement, all the way.

I hope to end up behind
the desk in the D.A.'s office.

That's an ambitious dream.

No, not a dream.

Dreams are things
you never achieve.

Do you have any of those?

Mm-hmm.

I'd like to have the
fastest bike in the world,

and race on the Isle of Man.

Well, you could do
that. That's not a dream.

And I win the race?

Oh, okay, that's a dream.

Anything else?

You.

What about me?

I think you're one of my dreams.

I think you're wrong.

Okay, I'll be right down.

Who was it?

You ought to stop
drinking so much coffee.

It makes you nervous.

How about trying some
nice fresh carrot juice?

Oh, no.

I just went to
bed late last night.

Something wrong?

Uh-uh.

I was hooked on
a late-night movie.

Murder mystery.

Who was on the phone?

The lab. They finished
with the grease.

I'll go get the report.

- Hi, Jeannie.
- Hi, Dan.

You busy?

No. Come on in.

I was, uh... I was
in the neighborhood,

and I thought I might be
able to take you to lunch.

Oh, I'm sorry. Maybe tomorrow.

Well, I go back to
school tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Yeah.

Time sure flies, doesn't it?

How about dinner
tonight? Just you and me.

I know a quiet little place.

I can't, Mike. I have a date.

Okay. You win.

Where would you
like to have lunch?

You know, sooner or later,

we're going to have
to talk about him.

Now, you know
how I feel about him.

Yeah, but you don't
know how I feel.

Dad, you don't even know him.

Yes, I do.

Don't you think I checked?

I asked at least a half
dozen people around here,

and he is wrong for you.

Why?

Do you have any idea
how many Larry Wilsons

I've seen in my 24
years on the force?

50, maybe a hundred.

And do you know
how many are left?

Alive in one piece?

Maybe a handful.

Well, I think he's better
than you give him credit for.

Okay, let's say
that you're right.

Let's say that he lives,
and he stays on the force.

What then?

Have you really
thought about that?

Married to a man

who is never home
when you need him.

And your...

your friends would be policemen
and their wives, because...

well, the other
people in the world...

They're just a little
nervous around us.

And if you heard a car backfire

or you heard
something on the radio,

your heart would stop a beat
because you'd think it was him.

You'd think he's lying
there in an alley somewhere,

and when he does come
home tired and angry...

and crazy because he had
to help pull out the remains

of three teenage kids

from what was left
of their father's car...

Do you know what
happens to the guts of a man

who spends every day of
his life sweeping up the world?

Do you want to live like that?

My mother did.

Dad, I understand
what you're saying

and I know you have my
best interests at heart...

but if Larry Wilson asks me
to marry him... I'm going to.

Mike, are you available?

Yeah, what have you got?

I have the grease report.

It's a special blend, which
is what took them so long.

It's made in Italy for
racing motorcycles.

Only three bike shops
in San Francisco carry it.

Bikers?

Like the man said.

Let's go.

Come on.

♪♪

Hey, fella.

Can we talk to you for a minute?

Do you sell, um...?

- Fantoni.
- Fantoni... That special racing grease?

Uh... uh, how many
cans you want?

We just want a
list of all the names

of the people who bought it.

You got to be kidding.

You don't have it, right?

No, I do, that's the funny part,

but anything else in the shop...
Receipts, no records, nothing...

But that stuff... well, the
guys that use it are pros,

they're into it, you know,

so I've made a mailing list
and, uh, I got the receipts.

Can we have these?

I'll make copies and
see you get them back.

I should say no?

Thanks.

Thank you.

Yeah, I could probably
put together a list for you.

Only about ten people
bought that stuff.

It shouldn't be too hard.

We'd appreciate it.

We'll drop back this afternoon.

Yeah, okay.

Thank you.

What is that?

Two down and one to go.

4-boy-111, we have a 718...

The corner of Allen and McKay.

4-boy-111.

Unable and 10-7.

Fantoni... That
special racing grease...

It's made in Italy.

Yeah, we have
it, I-I'm pretty sure.

Sell a lot of it?

I-I guess so.

Well, listen, we want
a list of all the people

who bought that product.

Can you give us that list?

W-We don't have any lists.

Uh, y-you'd better
come back later.

Why?

The boss will be here.

Okay, fine.

Thanks.

We'll be back later.

Thank you.

Oh... gee, Marty,
th-the police just came.

I didn't know you were here.

Yeah, that's all right.

You go home now
and I'll close up.

- For the rest of the day?
- Yeah, all day.

- Well, thanks, Marty.
- Okay.

Think we ought to
check out the boss.

Yeah.

Everybody else
had a list to show us.

You know, I don't think
that fella knows anything.

Let's call for a stakeout.

Inspectors eight-one
to headquarters.

Hey, did you see that? A
biker's boot with a steel toe.

Beat it. Cops.

Come on.

All right, go, go get him.

I'm all right.

Freeze!

Get your... get the feet back.

Okay, let's go!

Move!

Move it!

Larry... are you all right?

Larry, can you hear me?

Now, I know you're a
good shot, but please...

don't overdo it.

Hi.

About our tennis game...

You had us going,
you really did.

Who's "us"?

Dad's here, too.

He's running around out there,

telling everybody you're
six different kinds of a fool,

but I think he's
kind of proud of you.

He's right, you know.

You're six different
kinds of a fool?

I am a hot dog.

I only know how to
handle things one way...

straight ahead and full speed.

That can get you killed, Larry.

I don't think I could take it.

Guess I'm not
much for hospitals.

Rough, huh?

You been having second thoughts?

Let's just say I've
been thinking and...

well, I think I like it best

when you graduate
from law school

and get a job behind
a nice, safe desk.

I've been having
the same thoughts.

Am I a coward?

No.

You're a real hot dog...
Straight ahead and full speed.

Larry...

Don't look back.

Are you sure you don't
want me to drive you?

No, I'll be all right.

Jean.

Jeannie.

Now, you know I have
always wanted you

to have the best
of everything...

I really have... and,
well, I was wrong.

I have no right to tell
you who to fall in love with

and who not to
fall in love with.

I... just didn't want
to see you get hurt.

I-I...

I've always wanted
to see you happy.

Dad... thanks.

Larry and I have already decided

not to see each
other for a while.

It had nothing to do with you.

Okay?

Why couldn't she
have told me that

before I made my little speech?

Would have been too easy.

Just like her mother.

Always has to be right.

Yeah, she's sure
not like her father.